Every time he left a room, she chastised herself bitterly for her own profound weakness. You are going to accept a post as chorus girl, or super, or something of that sort. Ann Veronica stood in the twilight room staring at the door that had slammed upon her aunt, her pocket-handkerchief rolled tightly in her hand. “I’ve been thinking—all the afternoon. Sydney was strumming over a new song which stood upon the piano.
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